Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian of course knew that Professor Bai was spouting nonsense. Once these literary masters start to bluff, they can disorient you to the point where you can't find north, and every sentence they utter is grounded and evidenced, leaving you unable to find a reason to rebut, because quite simply, he has read more books than you, and you cannot win a debate against him.

Except for some hot-tempered old guys who like to jump up and fart about it.

But Yang Jian understood more clearly that the real purpose of this rhetoric was actually to cover up a part of the truth, to make people able to accept the present appearance of malevolent spirits, and at the same time, not to completely despair.

This was beneficial for ordinary people.

It was also beneficial for the stability of the global order.

Therefore, Yang Jian was very interested in what kind of story Professor Bai, brought in by headquarters to lecture, had prepared to convince everyone.

"Perhaps my view won't be accepted by the majority, which is normal. Just with a mouth and the citing of stories from the past and present, it's indeed insufficient to convince people. Please look at this photograph."

Professor Bai continued the lecture, and after a while, he switched on the projector next to the lectern and displayed a few prepared images.

The pictures showed ancient coffins of foreign pharaohs.

"When you see these pharaohs' gold coffins, do any of you think of anything?"

Professor Bai said, "A coffin needs to be made of gold, and a special pyramid constructed to safeguard it. It may be a custom for ancient kings to build opulent tombs on a grand scale, but from a certain special angle, perhaps they didn't just build these tombs and fashion gold coffins as a mere cultural burial tradition of their time but for a much more significant purpose."

"To imprison malevolent spirits?" A student called Wang Jiang, who was among the listeners, asked with a somewhat grave tone.

Professor Bai laughed, "I wouldn't exclude that possibility."

While Yang Jian continued to attend the lecture.

On another side.

About ten kilometers away from the training base, there was a special research facility.

This research facility was built especially for Wang Xiaoming.

The previous conversation, though it did not quite allow Wang Xiaoming to achieve his objective, did help him define the direction of his research going forward.

Although he abandoned the attempt to use the Ghost Coffin to create malevolent spirits, the new direction he pursued was still highly feasible, and the experiment had already succeeded.

But it wasn't enough.

Although Wang Xiaoming had successfully created a Coffin Nail, it was only owing to many trials during the experiment and was still not perfect; it had flaws.

This was not acceptable.

He had to do better, so he needed to start from the source.

Human skin paper was Wang Xiaoming's goal.

A spirit suspected to know a great deal of information.

It doesn't matter whether that thing was a ghost or something else. He only wanted the information within, which was of great value to him.

After entering the research facility, Wang Xiaoming, as usual, went to his working area.

"The Ghost Coffin experiment has already failed. Let's seal up this thing. Its potential danger is significant, and it should not be studied further." Wang Xiaoming stood in front of a special golden glass,

In a small room in front of him, there was a coffin.

Red paint was applied to the somewhat aged coffin wood, and under the dim light, it appeared eerily enchanting. Despite the lid of the heavy coffin not sheltering any corpse, the feeling it gave off was extremely gloomy and uneasy, as if something inside was gestating.@@novelbin@@

This was an unknown terror.

Wang Xiaoming had been studying the item for quite some time, and to be honest, he hadn't unearthed all of the secrets of the Ghost Coffin.

It wasn't that he lacked the intellect, rather there were certain dangerous experiments he dared not attempt.

"I'll notify the relevant personnel immediately to remove this Ghost Coffin," said Li Jun, who was standing by.

He didn't care much about the coffin because basically no supernatural occurrences would happen once the lid of the Ghost Coffin was in place.

"Wait," Wang Xiaoming frowned suddenly after staring at the Ghost Coffin for a moment.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" asked Li Jun.

Wang Xiaoming replied gravely, "The position of the lid isn't right... The Ghost Coffin has been opened."

"What?"

Li Jun's face changed drastically upon hearing this, "That's impossible, everyone knows the risks associated with this thing, who would touch it?"

"Perhaps it wasn't opened from the outside, perhaps it was from the inside," Wang Xiaoming suggested, his brows furrowed. "I had speculated before that if the Ghost Coffin is meant to nurture a ghost, what if the ghost has fully developed? Would it stay inside the coffin?"

"But wasn't the ghost that occupied the Ghost Coffin turned into Coffin Nails?" Li Jun said with a sudden look of horror; "Wait, that failed experiment with the violent ghost..."

Instantly, he turned and bellowed, "Sound the alarm, everyone evacuate the lab."

"Where is it? If there are signs that the Ghost Coffin was opened, then where is it?" Li Jun quickly asked afterwards, "There's no sign of any eerie presence where the Ghost Coffin was placed."

Wang Xiaoming's gaze shifted subtly as he looked through the glass at the scene inside the laboratory behind.

Li Jun noticed his small movement and immediately realized something, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. The lab behind was eerily quiet; he had clearly ordered an evacuation and to sound the alarm, yet there had been no reaction thus far.

Which means there was only one possibility.

The ghost was inside the laboratory.

"Damn it," cursed Li Jun as he whipped around, then proceeded to shield Wang Xiaoming in front of him.

At this moment, several lab workers stood still, all tilting their heads slightly towards Li Jun and Wang Xiaoming, their eyes dull and lifeless, devoid of any spirit as if they had long since passed away.

The surrounding lights were bright, yet the atmosphere felt suffocatingly eerie.

Having realized the grave nature of the situation, Li Jun hurriedly took out a red Ghost Candle from his person and quickly lit it, then began to pull Wang Xiaoming away to leave.

However, as soon as the Ghost Candle was lit,

a sinister green flame burned fiercely.

And the Ghost Candle in Li Jun's hand was consumed at an unbelievable rate.

In just five seconds, half of the Ghost Candle had burned away.

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"We can't get out, Li Jun. Seal the lab. With the lab's safety level, the ghost should only have infiltrated the area where I work, it can't affect the outside. Besides, I caused this, I should handle the consequences," Wang Xiaoming said calmly, as if he had prepared himself for whatever was to come.

"No, we can use Ghost Domain to get out," Li Jun said, his forehead now drenched in sweat, the Ghost Candle in his hand reduced to less than half.

Wang Xiaoming replied, "If you can leave using the Ghost Domain, so can that thing. I'm very familiar with the terror of that thing."